Remember nights of velvet wine,
When love was our unwhispered lullaby?
It's potency was so much greater then.
It had the strength to give us wings,
To carry us beyond the stars,
And now, it's barely strong enough to keep conversation.
Don't misunderstand, we've had our silences before.
But they were different;
They sang of quiet devotion, and unprofessed emotion.
Before, the silence shared was comforting and warm.
Now, it is hollow--like an ache.
So cold, that if I spoke, my words would freeze.
My fingers are too numb to feel your hand.
This silent ice crept into our life, and my world became so cold.
I still shiver when you hold me in your arms.